“Well Teri,” cried Dr Montgomery, catching sight of me before I could turn away, “come to visit your protector, who I gather has plans to spend a pleasant day with you – how I envy him, for you are as ripe a peach as ever it has been my pleasure to meet. Perhaps sometime he might be prevailed to lend me your services, what say you George?”
“Oh, Monty,” said George, putting a protecting arm around my shoulders, “young Teri has agreed exclusive rights of access to me, and I am not yet tired of exploring her nooks and crannies, so I fear you will have to wait until I tire of her, or she of me, and that may mean a long wait for you.” He laughed and Graham smiled broadly at both of us.
“You are a lucky man, George, I trust you appreciate that. And you, Teri, are a lucky girl, for George is the salt of the earth, and I am sure will treat you well. But I owe you an apology, Teri, for giving you incorrect information about my dear young Pavel, but for no other reason than that I appreciate the jewel that he is and have been afraid that someone else may try to entice him from me. But I understand that both you and your Mother have been looking after him and I must thank you for that. And I will try to thank your Mum in person when I next see her – I believe she has a double appointment booked for Monday first, when I will give her a full check-up and arrange follow-up appointments so that I can express my gratitude to the best of my abilities. You might tell her that I owe her one, and fully intend to give her one on Monday! And don't forget what I said about Jimmy – I'm seeing him next week and I'll certainly tell him all about you and we'll try to get him to have you on the Show, I'm sure he'd be happy to Fix It for you, Teri. But I must be rolling along, so farewell, Lovers, have a lovely time.” And with that, he turned away and was soon lost in the passing crowd.
George slipped his arm through mine and steered me towards his car: “I can't tell you how happy you make me, Teri,” said he as he started the car and began the short drive towards his Cottage. “Monty is quite jealous, you know, everyone was quite taken by your beauty and your pliability,” he continued, seeming to have completely forgotten the state I had been left in on Sunday – not to mention poor little Pavel. “I gather that he thinks Jimmy Savile might be able to have you on his Show – that would be a great opportunity for you, but do be mindful, Teri, our friend Jimmy can be quite forceful when he takes a shine to someone.”
“Well, someone was, quite rough, with me at the weekend,” I said, hesitantly, not wanting to create any disharmony between my Master and myself, “and little Pavel was quite badly treated. Oh not by you, George, I know you wouldn't hurt a fly, you are such a kind and gentle man, yes a true Gentleman. And I love you so.” He glanced towards me, possibly wondering how I knew so much about Pavel's condition.
“Is the boy a friend of yours. I thought you didn't know him?”
“I didn't, not before Dr Montgomery introduced us at Shangri La,” I felt an involuntary shudder as I used the name I had given to the place, and which had been corrupted by one or more of George's friends.
“But you've seen him this week?”
“Yes, his Mum's one of the Nurses at the Health Centre, she took me to visit him,” I lied only slightly, because I had followed Katalya secretly, but it was true that she had, albeit unknowingly, led me to Pavel.
“Ah, well I'm sure that's all right, then,” said George, pleasantly. “If she's one of Monty's nurses I'm sure we can count on her discretion.”
“But who hurt him?” I was nervous asking this, because I didn't want to create any kind of disharmony between George and myself. I truly loved George and would do anything to avoid the possibility of him pushing me away.
“Well,” he said, after a short consideration of my question, “Martin gets rather carried away by his enthusiasm,” he chuckled, “I suppose we all do in the passion of the moment, but while the rest of us can control our passions, poor Marting is a Slave to his! It was the same when you were with him, he found you so delightful and adorable – it was as if he was trying to get his cock so deep inside you that it would reach the very core of your body, but sadly, even when assisted by one of Monty's pills, it just simply isn't big enough – but he tries his damnedest, and that was when, I'm afraid, I had to intervene. I didn't want any harm to befall you, my Sweet.” And he reached across with his left hand, found my right, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I will always look after and protect you Teri,” he assured me. “You are the most beautiful thing in my life,” and I wondered why he referred to me as a 'thing,' rather than a 'girl' or a 'person'. Then he kissed me.
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